it? - i'll make us a coffee. - no, leave it ten minutes. - vicki'll just moan. - wonder what we can do in ten minutes. my bed's on its last legs since i met you. - that's you and your gut. - gut?! what gut?! - this one! - and what about your gut? it must be a rubbish bed, then. - that cost 30 quid! - get a new one. your whole room's horrible. the rug stinks, - the ceiling's filthy... - you should know, you look at it enough. - you're corrupting me. - no, you're corrupting me. but imagine how nice it'd be if we cleared it and painted it? we could do it together. i've virtually moved in, anyway. - you're doing that woman thing. - what?! saying something and meaning something else. - i ain't with you. - you want to move in, right? wouldn't be so bad, would it? don't get all moody on me. it'll be trips down the retail park next. i ain't into that. - i thought we were serious. - we are. zoe, i think you're great, but... the whole domestic scene just doesn't rattle my cage. i'm gonna skip the coffee. feeling sorry for yourself? ( humming ) oh... you're gonna use that china? yeah, it's lov